Hips don’t lie (straight)

I have to confess I’ve had a dip recently, a period during which the positives have been that little bit harder to find. The unrelenting assault on Mojo’s respiratory system has made me angry and it seems as if the smell of vanilla vomit is on everything I touch. Then there’s our latest curve ball. … Read More

School Belle

‘OH MY GOD, WHAT THE….’ Husband is doing bath/bed for Mojo’s baby sister and his distress is sincere and alarming. A familiar adrenaline rush drives me rapidly up the stairs to find him kneeling over baby running his finger over a huge purple and black bruise on her abdomen. It looked awful; internal bleeding? I looked … Read More